"I don't understand."
"The rock we took from him was refuse stuff—not worth a dollar."
The girl's eyes gleamed. "Your gold mine was salted, then."
"Not even salted. He had gathered the stuff from some old dump."
"He must have profited by my warning, after all," Moya said quietly.
The little man's eyes narrowed. "Eh? How's that? Did you say your warning?"
In spite of herself she felt a sense of error at having played the traitor to her host. "Sorry. I didn't like to do it, but——"
"What is it you did?" he asked bluntly.
"I told Mr. Kilmeny that his plan was discovered."
"You—told him." He subdued his anger for the moment. "If it isn't asking too much—how did you know anything about it?"